Paramours and Winesap-with Grace

Of paramours and photographs  
heirlooms in the cradle of the grave  
from two sides of a mirror  
vertigo from womb to tomb  
sealed from dusk's swollen twilight  
gone to the picnickers of death    
as the flesh turns to sourdough  
in the fermenting ground of Winesap  
haunting artifacts and bickering sighs  
sealed from dusk's swollen twilight  
 
braided with silver the yellow moon  
lighting out shadows in forgotten dawn  
the dust settled on grey leaves  
that all remained of whispered vows  
distant music of croaking crows  
grating in ears ever vigilant  
for false rumors forbidden to heart  
bubbles of doubt surfaced in thoughts  
yet one strife to live on  
blowing more pollen in fields  
of flowering doubts